The guard pulls the lever and the platform drops.I plunge down upon the pole and it slowly sinks inside me , it rests against my cervix.The girth and roughness of the pole made it slowly push inside me.
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My legs kick and my body writhes as I scream in pain. The writhing moves my body on the pole, which inches its way deeper, it tears and passes through my cervix , I scream with pain as it slowly inches inside me pressing against my womb. The more I writhe , the more the pole digs into me,It tears my womb and slowly sinks into my bowels. Blood drains down from between my legs, making the pole slippery .I stop my kicking and attempt to wrap my legs around it. My feet moving trying to lift myself.The blood made it impossible , my feet slip and does nothing to relieve the pole penetrating slowly into my bowels.
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I look out over the large crowd that has come here to watch me impale myself and die. My writhing seems to be exciting them . I hear a mans voice commenting on how he is enjoying watching my performance on the pole , watching my breasts bounce and my legs quiver .My stomach contracting rapidly , painting in agony. Another comments on how good my naked body looks on the pole , hands tied behind my back, chest heaving as I struggle. I scream for help but none is coming.
View attachment 592005 I continue to slowly sink on the pole ......................to be continued (Images provided by Tree)